look

look

look

at the truth.

–

But the real world pays no mind

because there are bills to pay

and those of us who have danced

in the frothy sea

beyond the lines

return

Because we must

Because in the end, you’re right

the role of an artist

has no value here

short of checkout line writers

packaged perfectly in panic attacks

so we cover our eyes

and fling filament into the ether

desperate to reveal

the beauty we see in everything

To someone.

***

This is the thirtieth and final poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. Thanks for tagging along. (I still have no idea what I’m doing.) – Jim